Stories con't....

Ok so I have had many requests for more stories about Eve. I have been trying to think of some that has happened lately but it has been a bit hard. Jonny had a talk with her a few weeks ago and basically told her that we don't want to be someone that lives downstairs, we want to be treated like a neighbor. Basically, if we walk by upstairs we will say hi but other than that we want to be called on our cell phone so we can choose to ignore it if we wanted like other neighbors would do. f she just yelled down and she knows that we were downstairs, we were feeling obligated to answer her. So after this little talk that Jonny had with her, we haven't really talked to her. I think I have said hi a few times, but no more of her calling down to us.

But for the stories that I do remember....

Eve went to the hospital about a month ago for high blood pressure. We didn't even realize that she was missing until church (three days later after she was taken in) and we live with her! So after she got back, of course the ward was being super nice and making her dinner and bringing by treats for her. We will randomly come home and see her "surprises" (thats what I like to call them) by the top of the stairs. One day, close to Halloween, we were left a bag of candy corn. Not even asking us if we liked it or anything...once again we feel obligated to take it. Luckily Jonny likes candy corn so it wasn't that big of a deal. But still, everyday I come home, I wonder to myself if there is going to be any surprises for us that day. You never know what comes from an old lady....because seriously, the last time it was a BANANA!

So one thing that bugs me about living with someone that I don't like (Eve), is that she blames us for everything. We have used her kitchen two times the 5 months we have lived here. She was gone a few days and came back and blamed us for something that was spilt in the kitchen. I asked her, "Eve I have only used your kitchen twice, and it hasn't been in the last 3 months. So I'm sorry but I don't know how it got there but I did not do it." Not only that, but she nearly ran out of her bedroom at a step per hour, which is fast for her, to be able to ask us if we spilt the stuff in the kitchen.

Those are just two stories that I could think of. Hopefully there will be a good one from the day that we tell her we are moving out. Next Friday we will be free of her! I can't wait but not ready to tell her the big news. I hope this gave you at least a smile on your face. I will try and post soon!